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Tony Gentry

On a Lake in Vermont – poem

Updated: May 17


Somehow had never visited the Green Mountain State, but spent the past week there giving lectures and touring around. Oh my how beautiful! Re this poem that emerged from a sojourn alongside Morey Lake (pictured).


Low hills mirrored in water like glass.

A cloud sliver paces its twin.


Swallows swerve for bugs, their paired reflections swimming,

brush strokes that tatter the otherwise limpid calm.


Loon song evinces a quaver in the curtain

chorus of those I mourn.

A yodeled incantation:


It is this way today while you are here

and will be when like us you are gone.


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